who am I?

My life is an equation A paradox My purpose is to be right I see all around me searching But all are wrong Alone i am In so i am wrong As a drummer would be wrong Should he play Perfectly while all others play slower and together In my wishes I may be wrong but be assimilated into the the world I would cease to exist I am always right but forever wrong I can never be wrong else I die I am destined to hold myself up below everyone else.